Don't look a gift horse
in the mouth
them's the rules
follow the yellow line
taking one step at a time
running is for the fools
take the matter up
high in to the clouds
spend more time alone
far away from the crowds

My life is like sand,
kinda nice,
kinda irritating,
and very quickly slipping through my fingers.

I guess you could say I've been okay lately
But I've been sleeping all the time just to escape myself
And I've started hating all of the people I love

You and I
Are water and salt:
Needing one another
Separately,
To live,
But dying of thirst
If taken together.

She was a diver
Because
As her toes left the board
Pointing
The curve of her back
Bending
She would begin to fall
Free – form
Freed from
Her promise to keep her feet
On the ground
Because on that day she
Was a diver
And it was her joy to fall.